Alas, haters

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

When with envy shines nearly all men’s eyes,
I ponder not nor bemoan my good fate
Nor boast aloud, unaware of my cries
And looks from men whose hearts burn so irate
Keen I am to those who plot, scheme, and mope,
Hoping that I, like them, will fail, and soon
They desire my art, desire my scope,Would that I were content with lesser boons
So in their thoughts, I they’d not despise
Haply I press on, grinning like a fool
While their dark moods bring them to smaller size
Their sullen words show they have lost their cool
But I care not, I leave them to their fate
Whatever you do, haters gonna hate

Wear this shirt: While some pixelated sunglasses fall out of the sky and land on your face.

Don’t wear this shirt: To the Ren Faire.

This shirt tells the world: “Bite your finger all you want, dweeb. I don’t care.”

We call this color: Shakesilverean English
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